InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drabbles ❯ Clincher ( Chapter 2 )

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Word Count: 410

 

“Clincher” by Chevelle

 

Careful of drifting off

Now losing taste and touch

Turning a pale blue leaning in to say

This body's left the soul

The brain needs oxygen

Can't sneak around this bait

His catacomb has got me by the chin

This body's left the soul

 

Walking up to the side of the stage Kagome Tashio thanked the earplugs that were snuggly placed inside the cartilage openings of her ears. The amplifier gave a hard sound and the song started, as did the crowd. Swaying back and forth, arms in the air, hair flowing side to side as they moved in fluid movements.

 

Yet a sense of jerkiness was involved. Kagome knew it all to well; after all it was his style, his song. Her brown eyes shifted from the crowd to the singer on the stage that was screaming the lyrics into the microphone that his hands gripped in an almost loving embrace. It was a soft contradiction as she lipped the lyrics herself. It was a song full of anger and resentment, yet of sorrow release, only one in their group knew that pain. But of course, it was his song.

 

The feeling of eyes was on her and she shifted her gaze to meet the one that she had felt, she knew the gaze all to well. He never missed a beat as his hands continued to pound the drums with his sticks. Even when it was time for him to come in as back up he never missed a word. He was always aware of her, of her presence. She was in all metaphorical sense of the word his oxygen.

 

A bright light on the screen caused her to break her stare and she saw a bright sun come out of the zoom in was in to be replaced by the setting of a meadow and tree. The sun high in the sky behind the tree, it reminded her of the true color his eyes were. She looked back to him, they're eyes connecting right away.

 

The place they met, the day that she rescued him from himself, from all the hurt and anger, she would learn that she had replaced all the anger and most of the hurt with her own essence, her soul. She truly was his only reasoning of continuing to live. She was not only his oxygen, but also his life.